1. Night of an Atheist [NaPoWriMo 2017]

she was dressed in her linen robe,
half-naked underneath and resting in her chair
brushing her red hair

– the chill seeping through the creaking door
as he opened it made her so delicate fingers
tremble and she put the comb away.

– stepping in, he watched the candle light
flutter on her cheeks lips and collarbone
like a butterfly on rosebuds.

he unfastened her robe and
let it slip off her shoulders.

she smiled.

her shoulders quivered
within his warm palms and
he kissed her neck

where the cross hung just above her breasts.

why do you still wear it?

he held it with the tip of his fingers.

it doesn’t mean much to you. why should you
care? her eyes, so bright and almost colorless in the candle light.

it does to you. I reckon when I walk out of this door,
you shall pray for your god’s mercy?

she stroked his cheek, her lips
gently rolled over his like lake-ripples.

shall pray for you
to find peace.


~ by Núr on April 1, 2017.

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